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I was never good at lying. That's why I became a secret operative. I figured, if I could lie for a living, maybe I could lie to myself. Maybe I could pretend that I wasn't lonely, that I wasn't scared, that I wasn't who I wanted to be... (The beginning of a short story I had written a long time ago).

Day and night, are opposites by comparison. The day has its sun, its heat, and its climate. The night has its moon, its fresh breeze, and crisp air. When I was younger I had been deathly afraid of the dark. Why? I'm not sure. Most young children would probably tell you a monster was in their closet. Yet, as I grew older, the fear of the dark seemed silly. But now..., it seems stupid not to be afraid of the dark.

The memories of my childhood are nonexistent. A void within myself. Quite scary, isn't it? Could you imagine waking up one day and not knowing who you are or where you are? The only thing within your beating heart is the feeling of fear. Like an evil snake, it wraps itself around you, constricting your lungs and drowning your thoughts. Like a wildfire, it burns through your mind, destroying solitude and breaking your will. Oh, how strong fear is. It creeps silently upon every single one of us, waiting for us to stumble in the dark.